Whose Hands Are These

[Chorus]

Whose hands are these

That reach into a secret place

Whose hands are these

That brush across my sleeping face

Like quiet waves, on silent shores

Whose hands are these

These hands are yours



Whose name is called

To find my soul in need of care

Whose name is called

To answer when that need is there

A name that sings, who's music sours

Whose name is called

That name is yours



When I need peace

A quiet that belongs to me

To be released

From on a loud and angry scene

I think of you

Thinking of you quiets me

As only you can do

For me



Whose eyes are these

That see into this place I live

Whose eyes are these

Show me what Ive yet to give

That see beyond unopened doors

Whose eyes are these

These eyes are yours



Where do I go

When not a door is open wide

What can I know

When questioned asked are un-replied

I know of one

One is all I need to confide

To fill that place inside

Of me



[Chorus]



Whose hands are these

These hands are yours